Naomi Scott Blood On White Satin の小説・ストーリー

“Mr. Augustus, without the old master’s permission, you’re not allowed upstairs.” ... In Elaris. After finishing her final scene, Naomi was called home by her father. Because of the scrape on her arm, she didn’t want her parents to worry, so she wore a thin long-sleeved blouse. Luckily, it was just a surface wound—otherwise, it would’ve been impossible to hide in summer. “Daddy, you wanted to see me?” In the study, Naomi casually flopped onto the sofa, showing none of the grace or manners of a well-bred lady.

I know there would be a lot to discuss once she woke up, but she was resting for now, which made me happy. Slowly, I left her back not to wake her up. I went back to the box and opened it. Just like always, it was a picture, but this was a picture of three of us wearing the same clothes we wore out. It was when we were leaving the house this morning. But, Naomi and Dean’s head was covered in something red. It smells like blood. I had to look at it carefully before confirming it was dried blood. This person had taken a picture of us this morning, printed it, and colored Naomi and Dean in blood before sending it. My picture was clean, meaning her target was no longer just Dean but also Naomi.

“How could Romaine do this?” Sadness turned to anger. Her fists turned to fire. Tears turned to the thunderstorm that is now echoing in the dark night skies. “I will kill you, Mary Bathory.” It was a promise, to the night. To the winds. To herself. “I WILL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Romaine is not Romaine Eastwood. The real Romaine has been below the ground for ages. Isla Ivane was right. The Blood Mistress is the one whose hair is the color of autumn and she sees the world through color brown—through russet eyes.

Naomi muttered as she wore a cheering smile on her face. I had forced a smile as i hugged Naomi warmly, sneezing from the cold i had caught. {Bang} We trembled as we heard a rushing sound which was accompanied with a gunshot and a man fell down from the top as he crashed on a glass table, shattering it into pieces. We turned to see the man whose face was covered with blood and his white shirt soaked with blood. “We have to run away before we get into trouble, Darcy. Let him be, we don’t even know him for crying out loud.” Naomi pleaded as her heart raced really fast.

Before he could say anything again, bullets were fired into his chest and he laid down dead in the pool of his blood. Naomi who was at the far corner of the room was crying profusely as the scene unfolded in front of her. On one hand is the man who tried to take advantage of her and now is lying dead and on the other hand, she is standing almost naked in front of another man. She was truly very scared. " Why did you leave your door open?" Nahim asked angrily, walking up to her, he ruffled his hand through his perfectly styled hair and it got scattered.

The moment those words left William's mouth, Anthony, Bradley, and Caleb widened their eyes and stared at Naomi in disbelief. Had she even made up the silver nitrate poisoning? Naomi was thrown against the wall, the impact forcing a mouthful of blood from her lips. Yet, not one of them moved to help her. William hurled the medical report at her. The silver pin clipped to the papers sliced across her skin, drawing a thin line of blood. "So, this was why you refused to stay in the healing sanctuary, wasn't it? But a lie is still a lie!" he roared.

Blood bubbled, spattering onto the ground. For a moment, Deluna reeled, the pupils widening in horror. "No," she whispered, horror in her voice. "Mine," Naomi continued, taking a step forward. "My blood, your vulnerability. As I'd predicted, my blood is salvation for others, but to you?" She flashed her a glint of blood, her blood, on the silver tip of the knife. "It's your demise." A scream, inhuman, shredded through the evening, a wailing cry of agony and heartache, and Deluna fought, attempting a counterattack, but Naomi moved, almost in a blur.

The night after he locked her in, Naomi had wondered if she shouldn’t have delved into his mind and forced him to let her go with him but as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she discarded it. Given what happened to Meriana, she would never have risked it. Blowing out a sigh, Naomi slid her fingers into her left boot, drew a slim knife, and made a shallow cut across the inside of her palm. Tears pricked her eyes as the wound stung but she bit her lip hard to stop them from falling. After, she let her blood drip onto the ground in front of her crossed legs. “This worked in the novel so please, please work now. I’ve tried everything else.”

Everyone was so frightened they shut up and looked at the door at the same time. Then, Naomi, in a red dress, strode in with the support of a group of people, looking like a megastar. Naomi walked over to the main seat and looked down at Scott. She nudged with her chin. "This is my seat." Scott's expressions darkened. He was about to flare up when Clarissa immediately gave him a look. He could only give in and stand up.

His mangled body went limp, and Naomi remembers well, the crimson thick fluid gushing out from the ripped flesh on his chest. At first, she was panicking, yet when she recalled that the man she grudged had lain still as a cadaver, that he wasn't able to harass her or anyone anymore. Another devil awakens in her, telling her to take a deep breath and relax. Being careful not to leave her fingerprints or anything that could relate to her. She advanced to the security room and steal the CCTV footage. She went to the washroom on her way out. Looking back into herself in the mirror, her dark navy blue uniform had covered her stained white blouse, streaks of red on her face, and her eyes that refl